User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-3101092-20150815031558/@comment-3135907-20160125192807

"So much fer sweet Fates, pah!" ''The gnarled pirate ferret synched up his rough otterhide belt and spat over the dockside into the muddy waters of the Rusted Bay. A jawful of gold and silver false teeth gleamed in the moonlight as his mouth spread wide in a sardonic grin.'' "Oaths from Long Patrol offissers is like kisses frum a tavern ratess- dey never mean nothin' in der end! Note o' advice: save yerself d' pain, mate, an' fergit ye ever 'eard those promisin' werds outta a Long Patroller's lyin' mouth..."
 * "Though, HOWEVAH, I will be makin' it me personal duty from here on out t' frequent this ole gel ev'ry flippin' day sweet Fates allow, you've got me oath as an officah of th' Long Patrol on that! "